Desperation Breeds Demons
Teen Wolf X Supernatural One Shot
Word Count: 687
There is something truly shocking about feeling bullets digging into your body. The sudden impact, at first you are numb, the shock of what just happened courses heavy. Of course comprehension demands you look down, staring at the blood staining your clothing, it's only then, when your brain catches up that the burning starts. Then the pain comes rolling over you, as if following the steady stream of blood that is escaping through the wounds.
He felt like a sledgehammer had come crashing into his ribcage, the breath had been knocked from his lungs. The world tilted on its axis and he felt the sudden rush. Scott just barely caught him, tears obvious in his friend's eyes. Pain flared through his body, and it took time for him to realise it was Scott trying to stem the flow of blood. The temperature dropped, and what little rationality he had left tried to grasp and force himself to accept that there was simply nothing that could be done.
"Stiles..." Scott's voice was faint, he blinked his eyes open and wondered when he had closed them. He did not bother trying to speak.
"Stiles you need to stay awake... help is on the way!" Darkness won for a few moments before he felt his body being shaken.
"Stiles! C'mon buddy. I need you here." Breathing became harder and harder as time lapsed by. The last thing he heard that he could comprehend was the weak plea from Scott.
"I need you here Stiles, I need you here..." His best friends tear streaked face was the last thing he saw before his world faded out to black.
The passing through between worlds was not what Stiles expected it to be. Nor did the male expect to end up in a bleak, thunder and lightning filled void. A well dressed man appeared in front of him, his eyes grazing over Stiles.
"Well you are not suppose to be here. Sadly, shit happens." Crowley grinned, his hand folding over the fancy cane. He stepped towards the misplaced soul.
"I am very surprised that someone who gave his life for another would end up in my domain."
Stiles stared at the man in confusion
"Where am I?" Brilliant question. Unless heaven was having a bad day, then Stiles had to guess this was Hell. The real question was why, and even that was dumb since this man already said shit happens.
Crowley rubbed his temples, another clueless one.
"Hell" he said simply, his eyebrow raising "You are here to be assigned a section" he muttered, running a hand over his face. He reminded himself of the consequences of releasing the clueless souls... they usually came back.
The memory hit Stiles like a ton of bricks. His head shook rapidly, until he had the words ready.
"I can't stay here. I need to go back, he needs me to be there!" Stiles stared at the man before him.
"It's Crowley by the way, not that you bothered asking." Crowley scoffed a bit and shrugged
"I can't do that. The only way to go back up there is by demon." he murmured.
"Then... find me one to take me back!" Stiles growled, not caring for the man's name.
"Oh no... see, I mean in order to go back up. You will have to become a demon. That means that no matter what, you will always belong to hell, and over time, that good guy view you have will fade." Crowley watched the teen. Grinning when the indecision crossed Stiles' eyes.
"Fine then. Make me a demon and send me back up." Stiles stared down Crowley, he brows pulled together, his voice firm.
Crowley stood in shock for a split second, not expecting that twist. He sighed and watched the male before him with interest now.
"I will get right on that" he murmured, walking over and holding out his hand.
"Let's shake on it shall we?" Crowley voiced it as a question, but they both understood the implications.
With a last firm look, Stiles' shook the King of Hell's hand and handed over his soul.